I lay there in his arms....

I lay there in his arms,
His skin against mine,
And his warmth feeding my icy form,
And the morning passed by,
Waving at me from beyond my window.

I lay there in his arms,
While She his mind ruled,
And I his flesh aroused,
And the scorching afternoon passed by,
Burning more the marks he gave on my chest…

I lay there in his arms,
Entwined into his body,
While his soul made love to Her,
And he mumbled desire to me,
And the evening passed by,
Painting the horizons orange,
And leaving its embers to glow in us…

I lay there in his arms,
And he twisted inside me,
Her face behind his closed eyes,
And my palms in his closed fists,
And in came the night,
The intoxication of the rhythm,
And the unfurling of desires wild…

I lay there in his arms,
And he caressed my supine form,
While his fingers touched Her body,
And the dawn cracked its whip,
Dwarfs of sleep crowded our brows,
And then danced the reluctant dreams of love….

I lay there in his arms,
Tired from adventures countless,
But his mind still fresh with Her voice,
And then came the morning,
Through our guarded windows,
And rubbed our drowsy eyes.

It’s another day today,
No longer do I lie in his arms,
But his soul still lies in Her box,
Today, I lie in bed claiming love to another,
Like he did claim love to me,
While I lay there in his arms….

SEEKING ANSWERS…

Their hungry eyes look at me,
Every time down the street I walk,
A thousand suns burn my feet,
As their helpless questions my mind knock.

Naked feet they run,
Eyeing kites but chasing dreams,
Their hunger still doesn’t leave them,
In their open mouths it gleams.

Raw, clawing and supine,
The devils of hunger scratch their veins,
The haven’t tasted the pleasures of the tongue,
The cant distinguish rice from grains.

Every time their hungry eyes look at me,
My destiny they do question,
Their palms have no fate,
Gaping eyes and begging hands fall in their portion.

Answers, Answers, Answers I seek,
My search wanders in all directions,
No doors open, no green do I see,
No Cross answers my questions.

Towards the skies I stare,
Expecting That force to extend his benevolent hand,
For He, I heard, gives equally to all,
But no silver thunder roars from heavens,
And without answers on dry land I stand.

I leave not the priest’s door unknocked,
To him I do their plight present,
He touched his chest and uttered a prayer,
And inside his warm abode he went.

The leader’s attention now I brought,
To the plague of his growing riches,
He scorns at my surly looks,
And his hand his heavy pocket reaches.

I came to you and went to him too,
Putting forth their blank points,
You listen and revert back to your world,
But not without donating two coins.

So alone now I walk this poor street,
And with bleary eyes look at this monstrous cancer,
Their piercing questions bruise my soul,
But my tears remain their Only answer…..

SCATTERED

Scattering lights and the palace of Satan,
Across rambling tracks I tread,
As the monotonous humming of eagles,
Blots my thoughts and crowds my head.

Past the draught struck wailing windows,
And the wet collapsing walls,
I dwell in the homes of atheists,
Where Eve sells and Adam falls.

The meek whore passes by,
And puts her trembling hands on my breasts,
The next moment receded her into the rain,
But in my soul her agony rests.

Countless dreams crowd the streets,
And in the robe of these insomniac skies,
A thousand prismic lights blend,
And thrive in the white of my eyes.

Amidst the filthy pit,
An infant silently shrieks and wails,
The sea gulps down his pleas,
But his accusation in my bosom prevails.

The muddy paths assume queer turns,
And the tracks I tread become tangents,
I walked towards the untamed tides,
Me not Me, but a Million Fragments…